The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, foreboding clouds are congealing above a dense, steaming jungle like...a living entity, the air heavy with ozone and damp earth. A procession of colossal, ancient Olmec heads – easily three times their normal size – lies half-submerged in the undergrowth, their granite features cracked and worn, eyes seeming to stare up into the swirling clouds. The atmosphere's oppressive, with an electric charge making the hairs on the back of my neck stand, as a bolt of lightning splits the sky and illuminates, uh, an upside-down pyramid hovering at the clouds' base.